Earth Immortal Righteous Path

Chapter 202
The world of the world, the nameless path, the roadside teahouse.

This is a place for passers-by to rest their feet and drink tea. It is also a place for wine and food. It is near the official road, but only twenty or thirty steps away.

Opening a shop here is more than a mile away from the nearby small town, so there is no need to worry about any thieves, but in the countryside, lone wolves, wild boars and other ferocious animals are indispensable, and they occasionally offend.

Another day at noon, the sun was scorching hot, few people chose to go on the road at this time, and there was no one in the teahouse.

Chest tightness, shortness of breath, and sweating profusely, the old store owner hid in a fenced wall behind several houses, drew well water, and ate watermelons that had been frozen in the well.

At this moment, one in front and one behind, two men walked along the road against the scorching sun.

The leader is extraordinary in appearance, with sword eyebrows and frosty eyes, awe-inspiring.

There are poems:
Wearing a purple dress with a blood belt around the waist and a sword, his upright spirit crowns all heroes.

The man who was one step behind also had a rare good looks, but unfortunately he coughed from time to time, almost coughing up blood.

What's strange is that, on such a hot day, the two of them walked all the way without sweating at all, which seemed to imply that the cold and heat would not invade.

"Shop, I want two servings of watermelon, the kind that has been soaked in well water overnight. In addition, I want a plate of peanuts, a plate of cucumber, and half a pot of old wine, without water."

The shopkeeper hurriedly greeted and went to work.

A thought came to his mind: How did he know there were watermelons in the well?
In the store, the two people sitting opposite each other were talking softly.

The young man in purple said with a smile:
"You are urging me to destroy them all over the house... It can be seen that you have a lot of resentment!"

"Should I not complain?"

The latter was none other than Qin Feng, who had been wounded in the heart by the sword qi, and had less than half a day left to die.

"I promised you that I would personally help you solve the war, and I would go to take you to the Tao after three to five years... I will always give you an explanation, and I will also give an explanation."

Shaking his head, Qin Feng looked into the distance.

The so-called storefront is just an ordinary wooden house covered with thatch, and the official road can be seen from the open door.

"By the way, just call me Zi Yihou outside, don't call me by my real name."

Zhou Xun ordered.

"Well, why does the real person have this strange title? Zi Yihou, is there any meaning?"

"No meaning, but don't you think this purple dress suits me well?"

Qin Feng looked up and down, and it looked normal.

When he came, he watched the real person "draw" such a picture with his own eyes.

Right now, what appears in front of people is only Zhou Xun's painted avatar, which is similar to a real talisman, which is much better than ordinary avatars.

As for the people in the painting, of course I can draw whatever I want, and if the painting looks good, it is good-looking.

"Zi Yihou... is a bit noble in the world, but he is a little fierce. Generally, the princes are pampered and don't spend much time on polishing their swordsmanship."

"That's what you've never seen before, the lord of the entrepreneur, the prince of the founding of the country... This kind of heroes in troubled times, each fighting for the dragon based on their strength, with a strategy hidden in their chest and a longbow in their waist, all of them are good at martial arts. It's just to imitate their three-pointed look."

"Zi Yihou" Zhou Xun sighed and asked again.

"I am the Supreme Reality, I am the World-Honored One, and I am Zi Yihou... There is one side in front of people, one side behind people, and different sides for happy and white things. Which one is the real one, and which one is the real me? Everything, which one is the same? It is true?"

Suddenly changing the subject, Qin Feng was a little baffled.

Fortunately, he also often debates the scriptures with others. After thinking about it for a while, he answered:

"There is a saying in the Buddhist scriptures: All dharmas are empty, but the mind is not empty. From this, everything can be true or false, but in the final analysis it is false. Only I am true, not empty, and cannot be false. Because Only by thinking about it now can I prove that my existence is neither false nor false."

"Extended from this, if you have a firm mind, you don't get confused or attached, you are an enlightened person, and you can be at ease."

At this time, the shopkeeper came to serve the food, and it really was the watermelon of the two of them, cut it up and put it in a sea bowl, and brought it up, as well as a plate of salted peanuts and a plate of fresh cucumber slices.

Half a jug of turbid wine, with a layer of green ants-like suspension floating on it, this is the best wine that a country shop can sell.

Fortunately, the two of them didn't dislike it either. Zhou Xun of the "Purple Yihou" version found a few fine silver nets, which cost about five yuan, and the accounts were about the same.

The shopkeeper took the silver and went to the back to find money. After a while, he counted out sixty copper coins, tied them with straw ropes as thick as a finger, and sent them to the table.

The two people here have already started eating. Qin Feng is really hungry. He has not eaten rice water for a day and a night. Although he has achieved internal strength, he still feels hungry and eats peanuts with relish.

On the other hand, "Zi Yihou" just moved his chopsticks a few times to get a taste of it, and then stopped.

He doesn't need to eat, and can supplement consumption purely by taking in the vitality between the heaven and the earth.

"What you said broke the point."

"Ah."

"External things can be false, and it is difficult to prove and falsify. Only I can prove their existence... As long as I still have something to think about, I am the real one at this time, and I am the only one that can be verified."

"This is the only mind that is not empty, and all dharmas are empty. Buddhism plays with emptiness, form, name, and appearance, and it is comparable to the famous debaters among the schools of thought."

"It's a pity that the descendants are unworthy. Most of them wear cassocks, read Buddhist scriptures, and do false cultivation, which corrupts the virtues of the great sages in the West. No wonder there are more and more monks in front of the gate of hell."

"Zi Yihou" sighed.

People say that "there are many monks and Taoists in front of the gate of hell". It is not false, but he has witnessed that in the past few years, in the hell of the government office, there are five or six hundred similar monks and Taoists who have been imprisoned here and there. There are several every month.

"This is something that can't be helped! If thousands of people practice, one person will achieve success, and those who fail to accomplish anything will have no choice but to ask for some wealth in the world."

"Once you go astray, and if there is no extradition after death, most of you will fall into hell and suffer. It's really..."

Qin Feng felt the same way. He was actually one of those who were not extradited. Fortunately, Zhou Xun agreed to release him, so he could avoid being interrogated in the underworld... This is actually evading guilt. Is it to lose the face of the underworld and escape the net of the underworld?
"Zi Yihou...you said you were waiting, who is it?"

Starting in the morning, Zhou Xun took Qin Feng and walked all the way here, saying that one person would pass by here, and he said it was an old friend.

"Don't you resent being calculated by others? The person who calculated you also fell into my calculation. At this time, he has completely lost his mind and fallen into evil ways."

"I'm just going along the way. I'll take you to have a look at him from a distance, so that you can breathe easy, and then we still have our things to do."

Zi Yihou is just an incarnation, Zhou Xun himself is in the academy, he has already prepared his belly draft, and he is going to Qingshui real person to find out some family background.

　Who remembers Zi Yihou?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)